Aplastic Anemia Updated

We visited Adonis at the ICU of the local government hospital early evening yesterday. Our fault we never got the exact ICU he was at so our group ended up asking directions from which got more confusing and taxing because the ones we asked were I think student nurses who just had their assignment there. The corridors we passed were lined with relatives of patients who used their banig to lie on the floor. It was so depressing to see people that way.

Well, I didn't want to come at first as I wasn't feeling well starting late in the afternoon but the gang was so insistent. I came but decided not to enter the ICU. The gang again put their hand, something I didn't regret. He was real happy to see us. As I was donning the ICU gown, my heart was heavy, he wasn't anymore the child I remember him to be active, sunny, and very much moving around like the word "tired" has no meaning for him. We talked about some things like how he was feeling that moment, what the big bruise on his arm was all about, whether his classmates and other friends had visited him already, his pictures which I haven't had the time to edit for him. The bruise was caused by a mistake by the nurse when she was extracting blood from him for tests. He must have been in a really bad condition for a needle prick to create such a big sized bruise. I had to pat his head when his tears fell to comfort not only him but myself. I think those tears were more of joy than pain. I was told that he was expecting us to be there. When I thought that our conversation was taking his strength I asked him if he was sleepy, he said he couldn't sleep that much because of the pain and the noise around him. This hospital's ICU was like an ordinary hospital ward, lots of patients in one room and there are no divisions, every now and then a machine would bleep disturbing other patients. Then suddenly Adonis touched his stomach area and I saw him become rigid. I had to go out to call his big brother. I was told that when that happens he was gonna be eliminating blood via anus. I can only imagine the agony. Yet in our conversation, I've never seen a more hopeful person than him, that he could still smile is something.

I cried. I thought of how unfair the world is...